My throat hurts like mad, I feel like digging it out. I wanna go for Zouk's Flea Market tomorrow leh, alot of shops are having sale. Its like making me crazy. I bought so many things but I feel good. Nobody want to pamper me right, I pamper myself. Muahahaha.. All the shopping made me feel better, except for that little Indian bastard. I hate him for life, go and suck cock with all your fucking girls. I wish, if I was prettier perhaps I won't even have to go for him. Damn you, son of a bitch~